I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.
Oriana FallaciRead
A civilization, a culture, cannot survive without passion, cannot be saved without passion.
Interpretation
Passion is essential for the survival and revitalization of a culture or civilization.
Oriana Fallaci's quote emphasizes the critical role that passion plays in the existence and preservation of a civilization or culture. Without the fervor and enthusiasm that passion embodies, societies may stagnate and fail to innovate or connect deeply with their values, ultimately leading to their decline or disappearance.
In practice
During a speech at a cultural festival, one could cite this quote to inspire artists and performers.
I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.
I know ours is a world made by men for men, their dictatorship is so ancient it even extends to language.
A lot of women ask themselves why they should bring a child into the world? So that it will be hungry, so that it will be cold, so that it will be betrayed and humiliated, so that it will be slaughtered by war or disease? They reject the hope that its hunger will be satisfied, its cold warmed, that loyalty and respect will accompany it through life, that it will be a devote a life to the effort to eliminate war and disease.
You cannot govern, you cannot administrate, with an ignoramus.
What are the symbols of American strength, wealth, power and modernity? Certainly not jazz and rock and roll, not chewing-gum or hamburgers, Broadway or Hollywood. It's their skyscrapers. Their Pentagon. Their science. Their technology.
I am known for a life spent in the struggle for freedom, and freedom includes the freedom of religion.
We are waiting for the long-promised invasion. So are the fishes.
The discipline of economics has yet to get over its childish passion for mathematics and for purely theoretical and often highly ideological speculation, at the expense of historical research and collaboration with the other social sciences.
If the purpose of the universe was to create humans then the cosmos was embarrassingly inefficient about it.
Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.
Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good. (Catelyn)
I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.
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